continuation...


Things happened sooner, maybe too soon, than I expected.


I have been talking to CX, the guy from my last post, these past few days. After our exchanges in G4M, we elevated the status of our correspondence on the phone and thru SMS.


I would call him in the afternoons during my lunch break and before I call it a day at the office. We would exchange flirty and sometimes naughty messages and would refer to each other as Baby and Daddy. All had made me looking forward to finally meeting him in person. We initially agreed to meet this coming Saturday.


But that meet – up’s not going to happen.


After I published my last entry yesterday, he called me in the office and invited me to go with him at this party. I agreed to meet him that night but I said that I can only drop him to the place and that I had to leave soon because I have work the following morning. He really wanted me to come but as my schedule won’t permit, we decided to just meet for dinner. Persistent that he is, he said he would try to persuade me ‘til I say YES. I can only smile at the thought of him pursuing me like that.


After dinner, he asked if I’m willing to go with him at the party, to which I said NO. I told him that I prefer us to watch a movie instead and even joked that I don’t like the idea of him surrounded with a lot of hot guys. That might have flattered him that the party was never heard of after that.


Since we started late with dinner, we only got to buy tickets for the last full show which is still a good two hours away from the time we decided to watch a suspense/horror flick, The Descent. The lead-time we still have was spent playing arcade games at Timezone and coffee at the adjacent Starbucks after.


He confessed that the first date he ever had was in that same coffee haven, in that same mall. That led to discussions about his relationships, my so-called relationships, dating, sex, gay guys, and Malate. I can’t believe that I’m talking to an 18-year old. Just as we’re starting to get a head start at our conversation, it was time for us to check the movie out.


Since we’re watching a horror movie, we’re practically all over each other the whole time. Little did he know that I’m not paying the movie any attention coz I contented myself to watching him instead. He was so absorbed at the movie that I had the grandest time feasting my eyes on the profile that’s in front of me. Too bad it’s only a two-hour one.


He complained that the movie’s numerous gory and scary scenes stressed him out. I suggested that we have another round of coffee or down a bottle or two of beer before calling it a night but he had other things in mind.


I can’t believe it! That was the first time that I didn’t get to bring my date to bed with me. He’s bringing me to bed with him.


But I’m not complaining. Even though I only have two hours of sleep today, that my eye bags are more prominent than ever, that I had to cook up some bizarre excuse just so my mother won’t bug me for coming home late.


It was all worth it.


Honestly, reliving what happened yesterday scares me. I had a great time with him and it has been ages since I felt as blissful as last night. I’m trying to suppress the doubts and apprehensions but I just can’t help it. It’s just too soon, too fast.


What’s the cure for paranoia, I ask?